there is something in these photographs i long for. from my point in the busy world i see these photographs as i saw the originals in nature and feel, i want this, not quite able to name the this which i want.
So wise. I've taken countless thousands of photographs and not one has ever conveyed the truth of what I *saw* with my eyes. The photos always disappoint and yet I keep snapping away, expectant, hoping... xo
The truth is not always clear
det første liker jeg riktig godt !
i was always interesed by the stories of truth; about how truth grows, is shrouded by light,or by shadows-and i think that a flower, if it is SEEN properly, can tell to the window her truth, her undisputable truth.i stay at my window and i see how the truth can be like a sound of a drop in the lake
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))